Natural Sceptre

I’ve almost, just almost, killed my plants. I followed through with the “quest” for nutrients- went out and bought some Miracle Grow. Not sure why, but I kind of feel like using some sort of watered-down miracle drug for my plants is cheating. I don’t know what ELSE I would do…but I’m getting over it. So, they’re all perking up except for the littlest one, who has some sort of mold issue. I brought it home from my office yesterday and put it outside with the other two, but now I’m wondering if it will spread the gross mold to the other plants. The mold is disgusting- seriously looks like goo from those old Ninja Turtles movies. I’m not sure why I’m so insistent on growing stuff, anyway. Perhaps it has something to do with my lack of skills in other areas. I would at LEAST like to have healthy plants.

Went to the library yesterday- dragged John along. He hates the library- I’m not sure why. He’s told me, but I don’t really understand. I know that he prefers to buy books, which I understand, but I’m not always so sure that I WANT the book. I just want to SEE if I want it. In a perfect world full of free books, I’d LOVE to own all the books I think I might enjoy, but alas…must buy gas… I’m trying to figure out if I would be more interested in young adult literature, regular fiction, nonfiction, etc. etc. etc. when I try my luck getting into publishing. Granted, I’ve got a semester of college, a couple years left (trapped) in Provo, then some Grad school, and then most likely an entry level position getting people drinks before I actually achieve the kind of status that allows me to read and edit what I want to read and edit. With college and work, I haven’t really read a lot this past year. That’s not true, I’ve read a TON of stuff, if you count Heidegger and Kierkegaard and Frege. Yeah….